Rebirth 1983

Chapter 409
Brother Hei has never learned martial arts, but he has been fighting on the streets all year round and has rich experience in beating people. Generally, novices who learn martial arts may not necessarily be his opponents.

As Brother Hei rushed towards Chen Song himself, Chen Song was not nervous at all, but just stared at him with a sneer.

The next moment, Brother Hei turned over and flew out...

outside the alley.

The onlookers heard the screams and grunts coming from the alley, and they were both shocked and frightened, for fear that something might happen to the young outsider who was taken away by the crowd.

Some people looked outside anxiously, hoping that the police would come sooner; some frowned, worried that the noise in the alley was too much, and some were just curious...

But when these voices came from the alley, everyone's expressions began to change.

According to this movement, I am afraid that the young man who was brought into the alley just now is probably in danger. It is really bad luck for a good young man to be targeted by these bastards!
Leaving aside the fact that several people surrounded him alone, the strong man named Brother Hei, whose arms were almost as tall as other people's thighs, was not something ordinary people could handle at all...

Just when the group of onlookers were puzzled, clear footsteps sounded at the entrance of the alley, and Chen Song's figure walked out slowly.

He was still carrying a shoulder bag, brushing the folds of his clothes from time to time, with a relaxed and comfortable expression, and when he saw the crowd, he showed a slightly shy smile.

This doesn't look like someone being surrounded by several people, but it's more like doing a warm-up exercise!
What's going on here?Could it be that he alone brought down Brother Hei and his gang of hooligans?

It only took a few minutes, let alone a few big living people, even if you want to catch a few live pigs, I'm afraid it won't be so fast...

For a moment, the onlookers looked at each other in blank dismay, and no one dared to step forward.

Chen Song didn't answer them either. After sorting out his appearance, he just carried a shoulder bag on his own and left the alley, his figure getting farther and farther away.

It wasn't until Chen Song completely walked away and disappeared that someone in the crowd couldn't bear to be curious and leaned forward.

"Fuck!"

As the first person's exclamation sounded, the others couldn't bear it anymore, and ran to the entrance of the alley in unison, poking their heads curiously, looking inside.

Immediately afterwards, everyone present gasped in unison.

In the alley, those little hooligans fell to the ground one by one, howling and rolling in pain, while the hated yellow-haired thief fell to the ground, his legs trembling, and his crotch was wet.

And the most frightening one was Wang Heizi.He was lying on the ground, his face was pale, his right arm was completely broken, and the back of his hand was almost touching his shoulder!
This was not beaten by someone, it was clearly like being swung by a solid iron rod!
Miserable, so miserable!
Suddenly, someone outside shouted, "The police are here!"

These ruffians, who were still howling and rolling on the ground, got up in a panic as if they had been given hormones, and were about to leave.

Some with uninjured legs and feet ran away before the police arrived.But those who lost their mobility and found it difficult to run quickly were directly caught and taken away by the police who arrived.

The yellow-haired thief was lucky. He was at the farthest place. After hearing the sound, he left everyone and ran away without even thinking about it. It can be regarded as the No. 1 escape.

Although Wang Heizi was the strongest, he suffered the most blows from Chen Song. On the contrary, before he got up and ran, he was caught by the police handcuffed and couldn't run even if he wanted to.

That night, at a barbecue stall outside a courtyard on the Second Ring Road.

There is a persimmon tree next to the barbecue stand, and under the persimmon tree sits a gentle man in a blue suit, tie and black-rimmed glasses. He is smoking a cigarette, his eyes are slightly squinted, and he keeps puffing.

And the person standing opposite him was the yellow-haired thief who fought against Chen Song during the day, and he was standing tremblingly at the moment, with his head down, not daring to look at the man in the suit.

The man in the suit casually dusted off the cigarette ash, and said expressionlessly, "I gave the territory to that fellow Wang Heizi, and I wanted him to help me manage my messes. Now you come here and tell me that Wang Heizi's arm is broken. , can’t do it now? Who is the boss of us?”

"Master Cong, of course you are a big boss." Huang Mao said boldly.

"You still remember that I'm a boss, let me ask you, what rules did I say before?"

Master Cong poked the remaining half of the cigarette into the ashtray, and crushed it hard twice.

Huang Mao swallowed unconsciously, and said bravely, "You are only allowed to steal, not to rob..."

"So you bastard still remember, I thought you forgot where I said!" Master Cong smiled, got up abruptly, walked out the door, and ordered: "If you don't do things according to the rules, do things according to the rules." Chop your hand according to the rules, let him know something in the future."

Looking at the strong man who barged in with indifference outside the door, Huang Mao's face turned pale immediately, his legs gave way, and he fell to the ground, his hands hurriedly grabbed Master Cong's trouser legs, begging bitterly.

"Master Cong, I don't want to grab it, but if I don't do it, the money we handed over this month is not enough...Master Cong, because I have been doing it for three years, please forgive me once, Master Cong! "

The strong man held the knife and pulled Huang Mao away. Huang Mao was terrified and struggled violently, but in the hands of the strong man, he was like a chicken being picked up.

"Master Cong, I know I was wrong, please forgive me, Master Cong..."

"puff!"

"what……"

The door of the box was closed, blocking Huangmao's screams and the muffled sound of knives piercing flesh.Hearing this voice, Master Cong showed satisfaction, nodded slightly, took out another cigarette from his coat pocket, and put it in his mouth.

Another strong man guarding the door hurried forward, lit a cigarette for him, and at the same time said in a low voice: "Master Cong, Heizi has been abolished, what about the station?"

"What? You want that piece of fat?" Master Cong took a breath and glanced at him.

The man suddenly sweated on his forehead and shook his head again and again.

Master Cong stretched out his hand and patted the man's face, and said with a smirk: "It's okay, he is self-motivated and deserves praise. If you really want to take over the railway station, I don't mind... But you can If you think about it well, if you don’t manage it well, you know what will happen..."

The man didn't dare to answer at all, but the sweat on his forehead was flowing more and more.

Sensing the growing moisture on the other party's face, Master Cong frowned in disgust.He withdrew his hand, rubbed against the man's suit a few times, and opened his mouth a little casually.

"If I make a big move to find a foreigner now, I'm afraid I'm going to die. What's the age, do you have a brain?"

"Yes, yes, yes, Mr. Cong, look at my brain, I have forgotten this..."

(End of this chapter)